Harry Stevens: Hot horny sis

The problem with the date had been sex. The boy wanted some and Ruthie Barton didn't – at least not with him. She let him rub her titties through her bra but when he tried moving down to her panties, Ruthie had drawn the line.

"Your sister Betty wouldn't make me stop," the boy had insisted. "That chick's put out for half the guys in school."

"Then go out with her," Ruthie had shot back, calling a halt to the date on the spot.

Now she was back home, having slipped quietly into the house. With their parents and twin brothers gone for the evening, her sister Betty was the only one there and Ruthie didn't feel like explaining why she was back so soon. Betty made enough fun of her as it was.

The funny thing was that for once Ruthie had been the sister with a date, while Betty claimed she was staying home alone to study. Well, Ruthie wistfully thought, they'd have been better off just sticking to their normal pattern. She definitely preferred curling up with a good book to being pawed by some boy.

"Oh, well," Ruthie sighed, slumping in a chair, "live and learn. From now on I'll leave the fast lane to someone who has the stomach for it – my horny sister."

Still, Ruthie had her share of regret about her latest experience with a boy. Sooner or later, she knew, she had to fuck someone if she was ever going to call herself a woman. She wasn't born with a pussy between her legs for no reason, after all.

"I can't stay cherry forever," she realized aloud, absent-mindedly reaching down to stroke her cunt through her jeans. "And I know I'm not frigid. I make myself come all the time."

As she thought about it, Ruthie was tempted to unzip herself and treat herself to a climax right now. She couldn't explain why, but so far in her brief sexual history her pussy seemed only able to respond to her own touch.

The temptation won her over, as her jeans popped open. Pushing them down around her thighs, Ruthie saw that her pussy had stained her panties with wet anticipation.

"Mmmmm, feels just right," she moaned, beginning to rub.

Quickly, her fingers were under the fabric, caressing the moist folds of her cunt. Ruthie began to finger-fuck herself, a welcome orgasm starting to grow deep in her squirming loins.

"No boy could ever do it to me this good," she moaned.

Abruptly Ruthie was coming, the sticky warmth of her own pussy juice moistening her probing fingers. In the back of her mind, though, was the nagging awareness that no boy had ever been able to bring her such pleasure because she'd never let any boy go this far.

"Maybe sometime I ought to sit down and honestly talk to Betty about boys," Ruthie murmured. "After all, what's the point of having an expert in the family if I don't take advantage of it?"

Now Ruthie looked down at her cunt. It still glistened with juice from her finger-fuck. On the one hand, she was tempted to start playing with herself all over again and just forget about boys for the time being. But, on the other hand, her curiosity had definitely taken hold.

"Why not?" Ruthie said. "Tonight's the perfect time for it. We're here all alone and Betty hates to study anyway."

Getting up, Ruthie went to the stairs and climbed them. It was a large, two-story house, with all the bedrooms on the top floor. You couldn't hear practically anything from up there when you were in the living room but after you'd reached the hallway, though, it was a different story.

"What's that?" Ruthie asked herself in response to a persistent squeaking noise.

As she approached her sister's room, the sound grew louder. Then it was joined by a female moan. Ruthie might have still been cherry, but she wasn't born yesterday. The squeaking was probably from bedsprings and the moaning had a distinctly erotic tone.

"Well, how about that!" Ruthie chuckled. "Wouldn't it be funny if I walked in on her while she was doing a number on her own pussy?"

Ruthie really didn't intend to go that far. But the door was ajar, and she couldn't resist taking a peek. Then she froze.

It wasn't what Ruthie had expected at all! She'd heard enough rumors around school to know that her big sister was no saint, to say the least, but there was quite a difference between gossip and seeing the proof for the scene greeting Ruthie was nothing as simple as her big sister merely playing with her own pussy.

"Th-they're f-fucking," an astonished Ruthie stammered in a breathless whisper. "Fucking and s-sucking."

It was just a single bed, but Betty had managed to crowd herself and a pair of boys onto it. One of them was locked between her clutching thighs with his dick pumping in her cunt, while the other shoved his hard-on all the way down her throat.

The boys' faces were difficult to see but, sensing that she probably knew them, Ruthie shifted to her left to improve her line of sight. And, it turned out, she more than just knew them.

"Matt… Barry," she gulped, gasping her cousins names.

So, Ruthie realized, this time her big sister had gone even farther than usual. Not only was Betty taking on more than one boy at a time, they were family!

It was not Ruthie's style to snoop, but this was a situation from which she could not walk away. Matt and Barry were almost as close to her as her own brothers. That Betty had gone beyond that to take them to bed had Ruthie reeling with a mixture of emotions, and one of them felt a lot like jealousy.

"Matt and Barry were never interested in me. They never really treated me like a little girl," Ruthie muttered.

But then Ruthie realized that her childish relationship with her cousins was a two-way street. Just as they had ignored her budding curves, she'd neglected to notice the ways in which Matt and Barry had grown up. Now, though, she recalled the bugles in their swimming trunks the last time they'd all gone to the beach.

"Well, Betty sure didn't miss anything," Ruthie sighed from afar as she watched her big sister sucking one of the big cocks and being fucked by the other. "She always gets what she wants, damn her? I always get left behind."

And at the moment it appeared that what Betty wanted was a mouthful and pussyful of cum, because she had a hand, on each set of balls, squeezing them to bring her cousins pricks to the bursting point. Matt and Barry were only too eager to cooperate.

"I'm gonna shoot it in her mouth," Matt called to his brother. "What about your cock in her cunt, Barry?"

"Gotta come so bad I can taste it," Barry answered. "Wanna let go in her together?"

"Why not?"

Matt and Barry bore down, their big pricks hilting Betty's mouth and pussy. She writhed beneath them as the boys began moaning with release.

"They're coming now," Ruthie whispered as she looked on. "God, I don't even know how it feels to have one cock coming in me, and Betty's taking two at the same time!"

"Mmmmm, Betty's thirsty tonight," Matt told Barry. "She's drinking all my jizz."

"My cum's already leaking out of her cunt," Barry told his brother. "Bet she smears it all around her cunt and asshole when I pull my dick out of her. That's what this guy I know told me she did when he fucked her."

How, Ruthie briefly wondered, could her sister stand to have a couple of boys talk about her like she was some kind of whore? Then, Ruthie immediately realized, for Betty a trashy reputation amounted to positive advertising.

And then Betty lived up to her notices. Barry's drained cock was out of her fucked cunt replaced between her spread legs by her own hand. She spread her cousin's fresh jizz from thigh to thigh, then up as high as her belly and down into the split between her asscheeks.

"Mmmmmmm, I just love the feel of hot cum on my naked body," Betty swooned.